ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY

by Beatriz Soto 

My dad was called to rush to the hospital because one of my brothers had gotten hurt and there was no possibility he would make it.

My sisters and I walked into the hospital.  We saw my parents sitting down, crying and praying. They looked so scared.  They couldn’t believe it. The doctors were going back and forth helping out others.
  
I walked into the room where he was. I saw my brother lying down, machines all over his body, bruises on his chest and gauzes around his head. I tried to talk to him because I wanted to see if he would hear me, but all I could see were tears falling from his eyes. I could hear a little beep going off every second and people talking everywhere. I just wanted to go somewhere peaceful, thinking it was just a dream.
  
Hours passed.  We were waiting in the waiting room, all my family, for the doctors to tell us something, but nothing came.

Finally, one of the nurses called us to go to one of the empty patient’s rooms. My family was waiting for someone to come to tell us what was going on, my parents looked so scared.  Having been crying all day, their eyes were sullen.

My brothers were asking the nurse questions, “Is there any way to save him?”

“What’s going on?” asked Juan. 

Not a word came out of her mouth.

The doctor walked in. He stared at us with a sad face and that’s when he told us, “I am sorry.”

In that moment, we all started to cry and hugged each other. We didn’t even let the doctor finish. We couldn’t believe it.  At that moment, angry, we kept asking ourselves, “Why?”

But only God knows why.